Move 13 (Chapter 1.13)

[yhlee]

Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), evening
Station Moongray

Mikodez, on Moongray Station, pondering an egg

[Follow-up to this thread.]

It's easy enough for Mikodez to switch the motion detector off; it's not really designed for security use, so the researchers in the lab have it set up so it's easy to take offline for maintenance, etc. (It's highly doubtful they figured the egg would know how to hit the off switch.)

There is no one snoring under the desk, but there is a small file box containing a few paper notebooks, the old-fashioned kind. The game's soothing purring continues.

If Mikodez wants to set up the matter printer for a fake egg and one or two guns, that's easy enough. It might take some extra time to make sure the egg doesn't come out attractively plaid, though.

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Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), overnight

on the Bumblebee/Wasp/Mothra

After Sasha and Ashari's fight/cultural misunderstanding, and Ashari and Sulen clean up afterward, Gerae's distress becomes increasingly evident. He's pounding on the door of the room that Sulen deposited him in, crying in an increasingly hoarse voice that he refuses to leave without Fluffy.

[lleullawgyffes, it's up to you whether Virmad pays any attention to Sasha's presumed discreet lokwor message and returns in time to help talk to Gerae, or whether Virmad decides to ignore it in favor of continued shenanigans with Teo.]

Sasha appears to be in good health; Iawa might or might not want to write this up formally for Ashari or Ashari's superiors, depending on their assessment of Ashari's mood. [Iawa is the de facto medic as far as I can tell!]

Remi is asking Alaric if it would be difficult to set up a radio to soothe the mothlings into docility, which is less invasive than sedating them.

Meanwhile, Mothra is making rumbly noises again. It sends another Space ASCII diagram, this time of mothlings playing hide and seek.

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Active in Move 12: Sasha, Ashari, Sulen, Mikodez, Iawa, Alaric, Virmad

Continuing inactive: Yehan, Kaliyan, Ankat

Comments

[pengwern]

[Will someone please ask (Remi) how they know the moth babs are playing tag? Do they manage different tones of squeaks?]

Mikodez drags the notebooks out while the matter printer decides on what it wants to do today, and doesn't even reach for those so-convenient goggles lying on a bench to shield his eyes from the screen's light.

Sasha would not know tact if it snuck up and bit her - paging Iawa

[zuhrovet]

Iawa's sort of staring. What did . . .? Oh, right, people in the heptarchate are judgier about cursing than actual judges.

"I don't actually believe in the saint of vines, if that helps," Sasha says. "What were you wanting to ask me about?"

(not) spending the night

[lleullawgyffes]

Virmad's dozing is disturbed by the signal from his lokwor. He manages to stir himself sufficiently to read it — Second arrest imminent. — then sighs and turns over to look at Teo. [if Teo is asleep:] He hates to wake him, but he firmly believes it’s rude to just leave, so, reluctantly, he gives Teo’s arm a gentle nudge. “Teo?”

[if Teo is awake/once Teo wakes up:] “I really hate to say this, but I have to go.” He grimaces. “Duty calls, I fear.”

Sulen almost forgot they stole a magistrate

[venndaai]

Ashari and Sulen are on their way from the medbay to check on progress at the range when they hear Gerae’s yelling.

“Oh dear,” Sulen says. “Er, this is the magistrate I recruited... or kidnapped, depending on how you look at it. I didn’t think he was capable of that much shouting.”

Raising their voice to be heard, “I told you we’re not leaving until the morning.”

Mothling Bay Construction

[slybrarian]

"Radio would be easy enough," Alaric says. "We can just install a transceiver unit inside the shielding and run a line out. Have they ever responded back with radio, or any other method? In fact, do you know anything about their natural communication?"

He pulls out his lokwor, which he's programmed to relay messages to and from the engineering computers. He shows it to Remi.

"Right now we're basically stuck sending pictograms over a low-bandwith channel not remotely meant for this purpose."

He sketches out that he is doing something to this compartment, into which the mothlings will come and then the whole ship will fly off.

[venndaai]

I made a tentative plan of the Wasp, in case that's something that would be useful? I'd love suggestions.